Wed-Nes-Day
np: Seal - Violet
anothergoodnight. Woo!
- more birdsong on the way home. odd. Hope it wasn’t because I’ve broken the birdies. Never remember it from before.
- Al’s got a bird! A wee short fat one! How odd! She seems to like me though, and is bringing friends for Friday. Woohoo.
- Gig. Oh. Oh. Oh. Let’s see… Mono is a proper skene pub, but the cider’s good (and free. yars). First band on were utter skene kids, pretty decent at what they did but still a bit embarrassing to watch what with the outfits and the 80s rage and the like. Second lot were just sort of pishy, Robinson style. And then the good bit. John comes on looking old, so does Steven. I’m fine, I’m cool. Al goes “there’s manda”. I deny, I look, I die a death. 12-year-old Britney Spears fan again. No talking this time, thank Christ. DH were fucking excellent, new and old, Dirty Doctor being proper brill, and halfway through the fit barmaid from King Tut’s last night walks by me. Death in Vegas. Best night in ages.
- Friday is now cheesy pop at QMU. I must do well, but tonight I looked fabulous so it can’t be that hard.
So I had three pints of cider. Bite me. I left with more buckage than I went in with.
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